Serena

EDITOR IN CHIEF

Last summer, I was in Italy. After a few days in Florence, gazing out at the Arno river, I visited Pisa. There, I walked along a riverbank until I realised: it’s the Arno again. As I followed the river, or the river followed me, I thought to myself...these waters have been here for thousands of years; we are just a transient moment in its eternal presence. One day, we will be gone, and it flows on. This sense of connectivity and continuity was a little sad, yet strangely comforting. Everyone dies, and nothing speaks more to the value of a life than the richness of its experiences. Make it count.